When the people around me saw my father speak, they knew that he was speaking drums. A few good deeds came forward and asked, "What book would you say?" "What book would you like to hear?" My father asked, I want to hear Wen Lai, I want to hear Wu, I want to hear about the traitor, I want to hear Zhong, I want to hear Wen Li Bao Gong case, I want to hear Wu Li, Yang Jiabing, half Wen and half Wu Zhang Tingxiu, crying to the end and making a red light——"

The father used rap to answer those people's questions. At this time, one of them said to everyone who knew a little bit: "Let's let him have a lively time: Wagangzhai." What do you think?" and when everyone heard this, they chimed in: "Good, good, good!"

When my father heard this, he nodded and said, "Since everyone likes to be lively, let's have a paragraph: 'Smashing the Wooden Cage Robbery'."

Readers and friends know what kind of story this is? It is also one of the passages of the Romance of the Heroes of the Sui and Tang Dynasties: Just because Luo Cheng's father Luo Yi was framed, he was sentenced to binding the law field, and the heroes of Nawagang wanted to rob the law field after receiving the letter.

Regardless of whether there is this history in the official history, but after the processing of folk artists, it sounds quite exciting and thrilling. The coincidental exaggerations, as well as the joys and sorrows, are also quite fascinating.

I only heard my father clear his throat, rolled up his sleeves, picked up the drumstick, and struck three times according to the drum, and first came a confession: It is said that the eighth master Luo Cheng pulled the saddle and recognized that he was able to move on the war horse, and according to the horse's 'snap' three whips, the horse hit the steel ball, and the Shandong city went to the book. “

Then, my father began to sing again: "A good eighth master is called Luo Cheng, he can do it when he pulls the saddle, he can do it when he pedals, Luo Baye can walk on a horse, and he will go for a ride in Shandong." To know how fast the horse walks, to know how fierce the horse goes, the front hooves are picked, the hind hooves are kicked, the hind hooves are still in the tile hill land, and the front hooves have arrived in Shandong City. I have the heart to let it go slowly, comrades are not waiting to listen, there is a big hole in the middle-"

My father had just spoken of the bustle when there was a stir in the crowd. It turned out that the strong man on the shoulder of the road over there saw that everyone was coming to my father's side, and he couldn't help but get angry from his heart, grabbed a half brick in his hand, and strode towards this side with his arms on his shoulder. When the surrounding people saw this formation, they all dispersed in a hurry.

But when the man came to my father, he did not say anything, but pushed his drum with all his might. The drum frame was originally made of thin bamboo used as a broom, and it was not strong. After he pushed like this, he fell to the ground with a "bang" and the drum.

But the road was downhill, and the drum was also round, just upright, and rolled straight down with a sense of skill, until it fell into a small pothole on the side of the road, and then stopped, and fell to the ground. When my mother saw this, she chased after the drum.

Then the man knocked down the drum rack, stepped forward, grabbed my father by the collar with one hand, and raised the other hand to hit my father.

"What, what do you want to do?" said my father in his native dialect in a hurry. The man was about to make a move, when he heard my father speak his hometown, and the hand stopped involuntarily, and his face turned from cloudy to sunny, and he smiled and said, "Listen to your accent, we are fellow countrymen." ”

The father saw that the man's face had changed, and the heart that had been beating just now calmed down, and when he heard the man say that he was a fellow countryman, he asked him, "What kind of place are you from?" The man said.

My baby and I are also from Henan. After his father finished speaking, he pointed to his mother, who had already come over with a drum. "Where are you from Henan?" "Nanyang." Father said again.

"Where's Nanyang?" "Where's Shinno?" the more the man listened, the happier he became, and he couldn't help but continue to ask. "xx," my father said.

"Oh, it's really a big flood that washed the Dragon King Temple, and the family doesn't recognize the family. I'm also from Xinye, but I belong to XX Township, so I knew it was like this, why did I bother just now-" The man said, not only stumbling and regretting.

"We might as well be so close to each other, if we know, we won't take advantage of you. It's good now, everyone is gone, and none of us have made any money. My father said.

"It's fine. It means that when we have many road companions, we make friends again. Then the man asked my father why he came to this Wuchang South Station.

When my father heard this, he asked him, "Fellow, where do you say this is?" ”

"How far is it from Wuchang Station?" "More than a dozen, one or twenty miles." "Well, when we first got off the bus, we thought we were in the wrong place. ”

Then my father told the fellow how I had run to Jiangxi, how they had come to me without much money, and how I had been helped by a kind old man when there was no fare in Xiangfan.

The man said, "Since you are so difficult, why don't you follow me, let's do a few battles, and see if we can help you get some fares." "How are we going to follow you?" asked my father.

The man said, "Don't you know how to tell a story, and we can find another open space, and we can perform together." I'm playing a juggling game, and you say a book, what do you think?" and my father said happily, "Yes, yes, that's it!"

This article is from Reading Book King Novels